Splash
Driving home, cold winter night,
Dank, dark, snowing hard still,
Traffic bad, peering ahead,
Round the corner, over the hill.
Road and pavements all icy,
Sleet lying thick on the ground,
Windscreen wipers beating
Their regular heart’s sound.
Two boys at the side of the road,
Doing something I cannot observe,
Smashed my screen with a snowball,
Just as I emerged from the curve.
Momentarily startled,
Shocked, but keeping my nerve,
Holding on, juggling the steering,
Battling the skid and the swerve.
Thoughtless, stupid little fools!
Couldn’t they see what they’d done?
Nearly causing an accident,
All for their moment of fun.
The intention was never mine,
Couldn’t see the pothole was there,
But to be perfectly honest,
I cursed and sure didn’t care.
Wheels nearly striking the kerb,
Direction all in a muddle,
Skidding through the slush and the mush,
Scything through the invisible puddle.
A happy circumstance then ensued:
Suddenly it was all over in a flash -
A huge arc of freezing cold water,
Covered them both with a hell of a splash.
Blinding the aggressors -
What a battle they’d been in:
A cascade of retribution,
Soaking both through to the skin.
Instant, cruel justice,
Dispensed without any trial,
Leaving them both fuming,
Whilst I drove off with a smile.
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